Neither Kristy nor Cammy will be blogging tonight. For I, Wash Seamus Downs, have hijacked it. I interrupt this blog because… Mommy says I can’t type due to my lack of opposable thumbs. Shows how much she knows.
So what’s new? Well… last week Mommy gave me a greenie loaded with drugs and loaded me into my carrier and then into the car. Where she imprisoned me for more than thirteen hours. I spent most of that time curled up Mommy’s seat, but periodically she would prod me out so she could shove me back into my carrier. This was so she could get out and stretch her legs, refuel the car, or use the restroom. Please note: she did not offer me any of those opportunities. (Yes, there was a litter box in the car, but I have a little dignity).
At present we are staying at the home of Mommy’s parents. They seem to be okay enough except that her father wears boots and walks very heavily. The problem is that the house comes with two resident cats of its own, neither of which seems to appreciate my charms. One of them is significantly larger than me which is kind of scary. As are the noises she makes if I get near her. My first day here, not only did she chase me under the bed; she sat beside it so that I couldn’t get from under it. I’m not sure what’s worse: her or the little one. The other cat here is definitely smaller than me. Unfortunately, she’s also crazy. The kind of crazy that is so terrified of me she has to seek me out regularly so she can yell at me. It took me a couple days, but I recently realized that if I just run at her she runs away. It’s kind of fun, I’m not going to lie.
Other than that, I kind of like the temporary digs. Things I have discovered here that I think we need to get at our house:
A refrigerator that sits low enough of the floor that wine corks don’t roll under it when I’m playing with them.
A cool combination scratching post/climbing tower. It has things that hang off it and I can attack it. And it only sometimes falls over on me.
A sunroom. Windows everywhere! Close up view of the squirrels!
An attic. Mommy won’t let me play in it, but I’m pretty sure it’s awesome.
A treadmill. I don’t want to use it, but it sure is fun to pose on.